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Slowly
and silently the ghost came nearer. It was very tall and wore a deep black
piece of clothing, which covered its whole body and left nothing of it visible
but one outstretched hand.
“Are
you the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?” asked Scrooge, “I fear you more than
any other spirit.”
The
ghost did not say a word, and Scrooge was really scared. They wandered through
the city and Scrooge heard some men talking about a person who had died.
Scrooge knew the men and wanted to find out, whom they were talking about. But
the spirit moved on.
They
next stopped in an area where thieves and liars lived. They had stolen things
with them and made fun of the person who once owned those things.
“Ha,
ha!” laughed a woman, “He frightened everybody away from him when he was alive,
to profit us when he was dead! Ha, ha, ha!”
After
that, the ghost led Scrooge through streets that were familiar to him; and as
they went along, Scrooge looked here and there to find himself, but nowhere was
he to be seen. They entered poor Bob Cratchit’s house and found the mother and
the children by the fire. Quiet. Very quiet. The noisy little Cratchits were as
still as statues. When Bob Cratchit came in, the children hurried to greet him.
Then the two young Cratchits got upon his knees and laid their little cheeks
against his face as if to say, “Don’t mind it, father. Don’t be sad.”
“You
went there today?” said his wife.
“Yes,
my dear,” returned Bob. “I wish you could have gone. It would have done you
good to see how green the place is. But you’ll see it often. I promised him
that we would walk there every Sunday. My little, little child.” cried Bob. “My
little child.”
He
broke down in tears. He couldn’t help it. If he could have helped it, he and
his child would have been farther apart perhaps than they were.
The
ghost moved on and took Scrooge to a churchyard. The spirit stood among the
graves and pointed down to one. Scrooge slowly went towards it and following
the ghost’s finger read upon the stone of the grave his own name, Ebenezer
Scrooge.
“Spirit!”
Scrooge cried, “hear me. I am not the man I was! I will not be the man I must
have been so far! Why show me this if I am past all hope? Good Spirit, I will
honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in
the past, the present, and the future. The spirits of all three shall be within
me. I will not ignore the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me that I may
change my fate!”
Full
of fear, Scrooge caught the spirit’s hand. But the spirit suddenly changed – it
shrunk and faded and finally turned into a bedpost.
A Socrative quiz with comprehension questions and word work here: b.socrative.com/login/student/
Room name: SVJ
14 words from part 4
Visible
Fear
Thieves
Liars
Familiar
Hurry
Greet
Honour
Past
Present
Future
Fate
Shrink, shrank, shrunk
Bedpost
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English to Swedish here: https://quizlet.com/_2uryqk
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